An Indecent Proposal by Katee Robert Release Blitz!

New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author Katee Robert continues her smoking-hot series
about the O'Malleys—wealthy, powerful, and full of scandalous family secrets.

Greed. Ambition. Violence. Those
are the "values" Olivia Rashidi learned from her Russian mob
family-and the values she must leave behind for the sake of her daughter. When
she meets Cillian O'Malley, she recognizes the red flag of his family name…yet
she still can't stop herself from seeing the smoldering, tortured man. To save
her family, Olivia sets out to discover Cillian's own secrets, but the real
revelation is how fast—and how hard—she's falling for him.

Plagued by a violent past,
Cillian is more vulnerable than anyone realizes. Anyone except Olivia, whose
beauty, compassion, and pride have him at "hello," even if she's more
inclined to say good-bye to an O'Malley. While his proposal of sex with no
strings seems simple, what he feels for her isn't, especially after he learns
that she belongs to a rival crime family. Cillian knows that there is no escape
from the life, but Olivia may be worth trying—and dying—for.

I really enjoy Katee Robert's writing style! And an Indecent Proposal continues along that vein as I fell in love with the O'Malley's all over again. Even in the pain that came after the loss of one of the brothers. I was certainly interested in seeing what came after that and how different characters were dealing...and let me tell you I was not disappointed.

Cillian and Olivia are very lifelike, not perfect in any way and I admire Olivia's tough choices. Cillian also had his moments.

I very much enjoyed reading the third book in the O'Malley's series and look forward to hearing more of their stories!

AN
INDECENT PROPOSAL Blitz Excerpt

Need another drink?” The words were clear despite the
general ruckus of the bar, the voice like whiskey on the rocks. If Cillian
O’Malley put a little imagination into it, he could almost taste her tone. It
was the closest he’d come to having an actual drink in ten months.

Olivia.

He looked up, straight into night-dark eyes that made
him think reckless thoughts about leaning across this bar and kissing the hell
out of this woman. It was something the old Cillian would have done, and if the
look on her face was any indication, he would have gotten the shit kicked out
of him for the effort. He smiled despite the dark mood that had brought him
wandering into Jameson’s to begin with. “Hey, gorgeous.”

The guarded look on her face was the same as the first
time they’d met, like she expected him to whip out a gun and start shooting or
threaten her or some shit like that.
Since he knew for a fact he’d ever so much as raised his voice at her in
the two times they’d interacted previously, it stung a little that that was her knee-jerk reaction to him.

And it made him want to show her how wrong she was.

“You know, I’d pay good money to know what I did to
piss you off so much.”

Olivia’s expression iced over in a way that would send
a smarter man running. It just made Cillian more intrigued. He’d been caught up in his family’s dramas
for so long, it was refreshing to having an unconnected interaction—even if it
was with someone who hated him. Hell, it was almost better this way.

It just added to the tangled mess inside him caused by
sitting in this bar. Jameson’s and he had a complicated history that he’d never
be able to escape. It was the last place his family had felt whole. He’d been
here with his brothers, Aiden and Teague and Devlin, on the final night when
they’d been celebrating Teague’s impending marriage. Devlin had been shot in a
drive-by on the way home, and the O’Malley family had lost the closest thing to
an innocent they could call their own. Cillian hated this place as much as he
loved it, but it was here his feet brought him when he wandered.

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest, which only
served to accent the way her breasts pressed against her shredded T-shirt. It
wasn’t ripped enough to be truly indecent, but he could see several slices of
her dusky skin beneath the black fabric, and it was distracting as hell. She
cleared her throat, but he still gave her body a slow look, taking in her
spiked combat boots, tiny skirt, coming back to that shirt, and then settling
on her face. She was beautiful in the way good models were—a little too sharp
for strictly traditional good looks, but all the more striking because of it.
The mass of dark hair and the anger in near-black eyes took her over the edge
into devastating.

She looked like the kind of mistake he would have
jumped at a year ago. He had jumped at her six months ago when they’d
first met, and it had gone in the same direction their current interaction was
headed. She’d taken an instant dislike to him, and nothing he could say seemed
to convince her that he wasn’t this monster she seemed to label him as.

So much had happened between then
and now, so much that weighed him down and threatened to drag him under for
good. He hadn’t even been out by himself since he was shot—the same night he’d
last seen Olivia. He rubbed his shoulder, half-sure he could feel the scar
beneath the fabric of his shirt.

What would it be like to be that carefree and crazy
version of himself, just for one more night?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Katee Robert learned to tell
stories at her grandpa's knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic
adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels
and never looked back.

Though she dabbled in writing,
life got in the way-as it often does-and she spent a few years traveling,
living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her
two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she'd like to write a book and try to
get published.

Her first novel was an epic fantasy
that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in
YA and horror, before finally finding romance. Because, really, who wouldn't
want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between two
people?

She now spends her time-when not
lost in Far Reach worlds-playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing,
ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.